Nate left for work early the next morning. Daisy had fallen back asleep, and woke in a large empty bed several hours later. She wore only a pair of tiny cotton panties, but the day was so warm she felt overdressed even in these. Lazily, she reached for her phone on the bedside table.
Four messages. Two from Nate, two from her father.
Nate: HEY BABY, BE HOME BY 4. I WANT YOU IN THE KITCHEN, BENT OVER A BAR STOOL, WAITING FOR ME. Then, MAKE SURE THAT PUSSY IS WET.
From her father: HI DAISY. HOPE YOUR FIRST NIGHT WENT WELL. BE A GOOD GIRL AND NATE WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU. His second message read, SEND ME A VIDEO OF YOU TODAY. YOU KNOW WHAT I LIKE TO SEE.
Daisy blinked. She was accustomed to automatic obedience, not creativity. But perhaps she could kill two birds with one stone.
After a long, indulgent soak in the ensuite bath tub, Daisy put on a black garter belt and a matching pair of thigh-high fishnet stockings. Her father had sent these new items with her to Nate's place, along with a few other naughty bits of lingerie. She found a matching fishnet top that fitted like a cropped t-shirt. It clung to her breasts, and the gaps in the fishnet were large enough to pull her nipples through. Examining herself in the full-length mirror in Nate's bedroom, she found the look rather erotic. Impulsively, she turned her back to the mirror and bent over, peering around her calves to get a look at herself in the position Nate would find her when he came home. She hoped he genuinely liked her pussy, as there would be no hiding it from him. It thrust out between her thighs, fat and fleshy as usual. The soft pink was a stark contrast to the black suspenders that ran down her thighs, framing it on either side. Again, the look was rather erotic...if you liked that sort of thing.
Downstairs, Daisy made herself a sandwich. It was nearly 3:00 already-where had the time gone? Nate would be home in a few hours, and she hadn't even made the video her father had requested. Again her anxiety began to set in. What could she do to impress him?
Casting about for some inspiration, Daisy discovered a large bowl of fruits and veges on the kitchen table. Nate must be some sort of cook, she reckoned, examining an over-sized cucumber. The boys she knew from school probably couldn't pick a cucumber out of a line-up.
And then she had it.
It took a bit of arranging to ensure the angle would be right, but at last she had her phone propped up on the table. She climbed up after it, then got on her knees and spread them wide. With her back to the phone, her ass now hovered over it, providing the camera with an ample view of her cunt.
The video would need to be relatively short if she was to send it to her father, so Daisy spat on the end of the cucumber and placed the slick green end against her bulging lips before she started recording. Then, moaning loudly enough for the microphone to pick up, she began to bury the vegetable inside her. The cucumber was actually quite large, and it didn't slide in as easily as she'd expected. She had to work rather hard before she had even a few inches inside her. She knew her pussy lips were spread lewdly around the object inside her like a mouth, but it was what her father would want to see. Spurred on by this thought, she pumped the object in and out of her with hard, shallow thrusts until she began to stretch and open up. Another inch, and then another, and she was fucking herself properly. Her twat was making wet squelching sounds, which would seem even louder because of its proximity to the camera. Daisy blushed furiously but continued to fuck herself until she was certain the time had expired on the video camera.
She reached back to check. The phone had indeed stopped recording, but she was still in this position, the cucumber half-buried in her cunt. Daisy turned over on the table and lay on her back with her legs spread. She felt rather naughty, fucking herself on Nate's kitchen table. She wondered if he would be upset if he knew, if he would be able to smell the pussy juice that was just now dribbling down her ass crack and onto the wood beneath her.
Well, Nate wanted her wet, after all. She pumped the cucumber in and out of her cunt a few more times, letting her free hand tickle her clit. It was hard, aching for attention. She thought suddenly of Shawna, the feel of her friend's mouth on her private parts, both her clit and her asshole. The memory aroused her, in spite of the now-familiar twinge of jealousy, and the suspicion that Shawna had somehow stolen her father away from her. Daisy knew she should be grateful for this if it were true, but she couldn't help feeling jealous all the same. She wanted Nate, with his sexy abs and thick cock, but if she was honest, she wanted her father too. Or perhaps it was just that she didn't want him to desire Shawna more than he did her.
Somehow her jealousy only made Daisy hornier. She could feel wetness splattering her inner thighs as she pumped the vegetable in and out of her. She wasn't orgasming yet-not anywhere close, in fact-but was deeply turned on. She gritted her teeth and fucked herself harder.
When the kitchen door opened, she looked up in surprise. Daisy had completely lost track of the time. Nate stood in front of her, briefcase in hand, a look of utter shock on his own face. "Jesus Christ," he murmured.
Daisy pulled out the vegetable and scrambled up onto her knees. "Nate, I'm so sorry," she babbled, trying to climb down off the table. She nearly slipped in the puddle of juice that had formed underneath her, and Nate reached out to steady her.
"No, no, baby, it's okay," he said quickly. "Jesus, it's okay. Look at you."
She had her back to him, one hand on the table to steady herself. Slowly, deliberately, she bent at the hip, exposing herself the way he had asked her to that morning. This position was somehow even more humiliating than having been found with a cucumber stuffed in her twat, for there was no hiding the smear of pussy juice between her ass cheeks, and below that, the swollen red bulge of her cunt. She was so wet she could see her juices beginning to collect on her dangling pussy lips.
"Jesus Christ," Nate repeated, nearly at a loss for words. She felt his eyes on her before he reached out with his fingers to stroke the slick flesh. He buried two of them between her lips and found her hole, swollen with arousal. He thrust them up inside her, hard. Daisy gritted her teeth.
"Fuck, baby, you are beautiful," she heard him say. She heard a zipper, and the soft sound of fabric against flesh. Then she felt him pressing against her, his cock straining through his boxers. After a moment, these too had been removed, and now his dick lay against her bare skin. Nate pumped his fingers in and out of her roughly, panting along with Daisy. When he pulled them out, she gave a little sigh of disappointment.
