Kryssy is a barely legal virgin staying home alone for the first time, when suddenly her sleep is interrupted by a big strong family friend who insists she calls him "Daddy", and his hell bent on taking care of her. DD/LG, Older man younger girl, rape/nonconsenting/reluctance.
All characters in this story are over the age of 18. This is my own personal fantasy. If you enjoy it, wonderful, let me know. If I've made any spelling or grammatical errors, I'm happy to fix them to enhance the experience (keep in mind some spelling errors may be regional, as I am not American).
This is my fantasy, it is not reality, it is not based on real events.
My life had been a little directionless since school ended. I hadn't applied to many jobs, and as my mom kept reminding me, she wasn't going to supply my blue hair dye and black eyeliner forever. Luckily I was left alone for the week, as both my parents were on vacation visiting my aunt, I had opted out to focus on handing out resumes.
I was three days into my glorious alone time when I received a message from my parent's friend Ian, even though I am 18 he was sent to check up on me. I'm sure my parents should have realized by now that I am by no means ever going to throw a "rager". I am no where near as popular and besides, who would come to a goth girl party anyway?
I stared down at the text, //I hope you're being a good girl.//
Heat rose in my cheeks a little and I blushed. //Of course.//
//Good. I'll be stopping by tonight, you better be in bed when I come and check on you.//
I was a little disappointed Ian didn't want to stop by during the day to visit, out of all my parents' friends, I loved his company. There was something about him, maybe it was because he treated me more, or less, like the adult I am. Sure, he always made me feel like a young girl, but he also talked to me about adult stuff too.
//Yes Sir!// I wrote back ironically. I figured that he must not want to hang out with a teenager during the day. I barely liked hanging out with teenagers and I was one.
//That's my girl.//
The rest of the day dragged on, I didn't put out any resumes, but I did have a shower in the evening. I stared at myself in the mirror after the steam evaporated off the glass, naked, my blue hair wet and flat against my pale face. I touched my breasts, a bit bigger than most of my friends, my belly, maybe also a bit bigger. I wondered to myself often if I was pretty, if anyone would ever look at me like I was something desirable. Mom always said the way I presented myself put other boys off, but I wasn't really a fan of teenaged boys anyway. Sometimes I couldn't wait to be older.
I dried off, threw a t-shirt and panties on, and headed out the back door. In the only form of true teen rebellion, I have ever had - I lit a joint. I had thought about trying to stay up and see Ian when he came in, but I did want to do as asked, maybe later in the week he'll take me grocery shopping, so I don't starve. Once I finished and snubbed out the remains of my joint, I climbed into bed. Pot always made me have a nice deep sleep, I put a YouTube video on my tablet and fell asleep sometime after 10PM.
I woke up to the blankets being pulled away, my brain was a bit groggy.
The weight of someone sitting next to me on the bed shifted. A hand slid up and down one of my thighs. I thought I was dreaming, one of those sexy dreams. "Go back to sleep little one." Said a voice so gentle I wanted to obey, the dregs of dreams floating in my head.
Fingers played with the front of my panties, lightly rubbing a very sensitive area. No one had ever touched me there before and I let out a little soft moan. Slowly I could feel the fabric soaking through, my body felt hot. The fingers pushed the fabric aside and for the first-time thick fingers touched my bare pussy.
I moaned as the heat began to rise in me. The fingers massaged around my clit, bumping it gently now and again. I could feel how wet I was getting, practically dripping.
"Good girl," I recognized Ian's voice. His other arm pulled me against his chest and he kissed my forehead. "You're being so good for me, has anyone ever touched you here, baby?"
I shook my head no. I was too high to be afraid, and his heavy scent was filling my head making me feel warm and safe.
"What a good girl you are," he rubbed my clit again and I moaned into him. Opening my legs I pushed myself wantonly into his hand. "Goooood girl," he breathed. "You have to cum all over Daddy's fingers, you have to be nice and wet for Daddy."
I moaned again. I wasn't entirely certain why Ian was calling himself Daddy, but somehow it made what we were doing a little dirtier, a little sexier, and I wanted to make him happy. "Ok," I replied meekly.
His fingers circled me again, bringing me closer. He began kissing my neck, and his other hand pushed up my t-shirt and began pinching and massaging my nipples. I moaned louder; I could feel the pressure building.
