Story description: A father is deceived into believing his daughter is his kinky wife.
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Parental Gibberish
Carol screamed.
That tenuous cry reverberated out as a muted series of unintelligible words. Its tone rang in her ears, resounded throughout the room and then malingered down the hallway like a feeble wave.
In frustration, she flicked her tongue wildly against the plastic obstruction wedged within her mouth. The frothing saliva gathering behind that unyielding wall produced noisy gurgles. It forced her to swallow and choke, which moved her to panic.
With every erratic jerk upon the ropes that bound each limb, the tautness increased and pressed uncomfortably against her skin. Additionally, the sway of her head in effort to dislodge the blindfold that obscured her gaze only tightened the straps that wrapped over and around her head.
She wailed for an immeasurable length of time, but the futility of her situation soon led to soft whimpers.
Why? She thought. What purpose did her husband have to leave her in such a state? It was more distressful that he left her bound and naked on her parent's bed. It was apparent that the bastard was playing some twisted game.
Looking back, she should have listened to her mother. Her mom expressed her dislike of Paul and gave warning. Those repeated jabs were dismissed as parental gibberish. After all, she was in love. That amorous feeling blinded her to his imperfections and left her vulnerable to his manipulation.
She remembered her wedding day. Catching him gawking at her mother during the after-party was a sign that something was amiss. A woman could tell when a man undressed her with his eyes. Unfortunately, his stare was fixated on her mom and that was unnerving.
As a result, she gave him a grand smack that turned heads. She found his reaction to be nonchalant and odd.
The glint of his eyes displayed amusement, which was accompanied by a strange smile.
He leaned inward and whispered, "It's quirky how both of you look so much alike. With the exception of your eyes, you're the same height, have the same curvy wide hips, sport a hefty pair of knockers, and you're both brunettes. If you stood facing her, it would be like looking at an older version of yourself in a mirror. Really hot, if you ask me."
It was then that she realized she might have misinterpreted his gaze. The casual nature of his response allowed her to dismiss his ogling as simple curiosity. There was truth to his words as it related to her and her mother.
When she lived with her parents, her father often mistook her for his wife. Normally, those situations occurred when her back was turned and resulted with her saying, "No dad, I'm Carol. I'm your daughter." Those awkward encounters always ended with chuckles and his apology.
She was unfulfilled and frustrated. Even today they hadn't yet consummated their marriage. It left her horny and irate at the same time. That combination wasn't conducive to a happy marriage when combined.
Their wedding night consisted of foreplay that had her pining for gratification. She was stunned and disappointed over his inability to keep an erection or refusal to satisfy her need.
It wasn't just the honeymoon; it was the entire week of their matrimonial romance. He persistently teased her sexually and in every occasion leading towards her climax he pulled back. It was one lame excuse after another.
His consistent presence made it difficult to pleasure herself in the manner she was accustom too. Every attempt ended in dissatisfaction. His relentless interruptions became an annoyance.
Emotionally, his odd behavior troubled her. Sexually, he left her yearning for satisfaction. The stress of it made her irritable and flustered.
The thought that she so readily agreed to being restrained in such a manner was disheartening. The words he had spoken were cryptic and mortifying.
With a sorrowful groan, she replayed the events leading up to now.
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Kink Isn't Bad
Paul and Carol entered the house.
She said with a raised voice, "Mom, dad, we're home. Is anyone here?"
"So much for a surprise visit," he said in an offhand manner.
In agitation, she gave him a displeased stare and then said, "I told you they're still at work. I even mentioned that their cars weren't in the driveway. I don't understand why you're so adamant about visiting today? We weren't scheduled to return until Monday."
Paul grasped her arm and twirled her into a hug.
That unexpected embrace startled her.
With a downward tilt of his head, he stared into her eyes. "Carol, I'm sorry. It's my fault our honeymoon was a disaster. I can tell your still angry with me. Let me make it up to you."
She exhaled a breath upon feeling him pressed against her.
"Now?" she said.
"Baby, we have time. After what I've put you through, you deserve it. I promise. You'll come like you never came before. Isn't that what you desire? I can tell you're feverish for it."
"No thanks to you," she exclaimed. For a moment, her intense gaze studied him. She then said, "Your serious? I don't know. It's awkward. My parents' home? For Christ's sake, I never even kissed boys here."
Grasping her hand, he placed it upon the hardened protrusion that tented his tight jeans.
"Feel that? That's the reason I'm hard. The very thought of you naked and fucking like a slut in this house arouses my cock."
"I hope you don't think talking dirty turns me on? It doesn't. Yes, you've left me sexually frazzled, but I told you I'm a straight-laced young woman. I have no interest in doing the disgusting sex things you find amusing and enjoyable. I even shaved my coochie because you said it would turn you on, but that apparently wasn't enough."
In a fit, he grasped her hand and threw it from between his legs. "Yes, I knew you were inhibited. God-damn-it, I thought that it might be different once we married. I had an idea that it might be possible to sway you into becoming more adventurous. You think you're the only one frustrated?"
She gave a huff and her eyes narrowed.
That steamy gaze prompted him to continue. He heatedly said, "You're mad at me because I couldn't keep it up? The normal way bores me. I was honest. I told you I had quirky fetishes. There's certain perversions that turn me on. If you were more like your—never mind. If you were more open minded to exploring sexually, you might find you like it."
"Seriously, you think I would—"
His downturned lips abruptly upturned. His right hand extended and arched under her flowery dress. Lodging itself in place, that flirtatious member stoked her neither region.
The stimulation caused her eyes to flutter as her mouth opened to exhale a soft moan.
That oval void urged an opportunistic action. With a slow lunge, he interlocked his mouth with hers. He filled that cavity with an explorative tongue.
After a lengthy moment, she pulled away from him to catch her breath. Her chest heaved and her face flushed. Placing a fluttering hand to the side of her face to fan the rising heat, she said in a rush, "Okay, I'll do it here."
His smile broadened into a grin. "Let's add excitement. We'll do it on your parent's bed."
After a pause, he giggled and then said, "I'll pretend you're my hot mother-in-law and screw your brains out."
She immediately slammed the heel of her foot downward with force. Its impact upon the top arch of his foot caused him to yelp, "Ouch!"
With a heated gaze upon him, she exclaimed, "That could've been my knee to your groin, but I'd rather keep you in the mood. Yah, right. You wish you were sticking it to my mom, huh?"
"Ah—baby. Damn, I was only joking. What the hell. You have no sense of humor. I simply find it exciting that we'll be fucking in your parent's bed and they'll never know. It's a turn on."
"Mother was right about one thing. You're weird."
"Well it's like I said at the party. You two are near identical."
"Geez, I wasn't asking, but thanks for comparing me to a 41-year-old lady. Just what a newlywed bride needs to hear from a new husband. Is this why you convinced me to cut my hair short before we came? You wanted me to look like my mother so you could fantasize about her when you're making love to me?"
"Jesus, you have it all wrong. I was kidding around. Come on, I'm in love with the gorgeous woman standing before me." He extended his hand and then gently brushed it down her cheek. His expression was apologetic. "Baby, please. Let me show you how I really feel."
His calming touch motivated her to accept his apology and she responded by saying, "Okay, I'm sorry. I'm on edge and it doesn't help when you say such things. Are you sure we have time?"
"Sure we do. In your condition you'll probably come quick."
"I don't want it fast. I want romance and foreplay. I want to enjoy it. Don't you dare make me come before we have sex. You promised."
He placed his hands on her waist and began to tickle.
Her torso wiggled as his fingers danced.
With giggles and a broad smile, she said, "Oh god, Paul, stop. You'll make me come now if you don't—"
He advanced as she attempted to pull back. "No doubt you'll have more than one. I'll make you a raving cock whore that licks cum from the tip of my prick in no time," he said.
Like a reaction akin to a slap, her giggles became titters and then instantly ceased.
In a huff, she grasped his hands and pulled them from her waist.
She heatedly exclaimed, "Not again. This needs to stop. You dampen my mood with such vulgar language. I'm not a prude, but talking like that isn't necessary. Cock whore? Really? Do you normally classify your loved ones, especially your wife, with such distasteful descriptions?"
He stammered, "I'm sorry—baby, if I knew you were—shit."
"If you knew I were... What? Spit it out. I turn you off because I wouldn't repeat garbage like that on our wedding night? Is this why you're doing this to me? I hope you're not punishing me because I refused to suck your penis. My god, I told you I don't do such things. Treat me like a lady. I'm not your whore."
He replied, "Damn-it. Our conversation is like a fucking yo-yo. We're in agreement, your definitely not my whore. Carol, let's stop this bickering. We simply need to compromise and work through our differences. You're willing to accept having sex here because you know it turns me on, so that's a step forward. I promise, no dirty talk for now, but please forgive future outbursts."
They embraced once again and then scampered down the hall to the master bedroom.
Carol unbuttoned the top part of her dress and stopped when she observed him riffling through her parent's dresser.
She said, "What the hell are you doing?"
He replied, "Looking to see if they have some kinky shit we can play with."
"It's not right to look through my parent's drawers. You won't find anything. They aren't into—"
With an expansive grin, he cocked his head towards her.
"What is it?" she said.
