Cassie Winthrop slipped into her dorm room and set her books on the small desk by the window. Her eyes glanced over at the rumpled unmade bed on her right, clothes strewn about, comparing it to the neatly made bed and folded shirt on her side. She sighed as she slipped her laptop out of her back pack and set it on the desk. Mindy was right, she was the compliant little girl from home. She always thought of what her parents would think or how it would look to others when she did everything.
Then, something had changed inside her. It had been slowly growing over the last two months. A dark secret she had not even shared with her college roommate. During her term paper research on the impact of social media on relationships, she had stumbled across chat rooms she had never dreamed existed. Things she had only heard whispers of growing up, but never imagined were real.
Words like bondage, domination and submission she had known. But she soon learned of Golden Showers, Bukkake, Gang Bangs and many other perversions that people participated in online. When she had first entered the chatroom The Darker Side, it had been to simply watch and learn. Then...HE had messaged her.
Cassie had reasoned that to have the proper research, she needed to talk to someone who 'lived' in that world. How had he gotten there, what did he seek, and mostly...why. Answering him had opened a door into herself she never knew was there. When he had described how he would tie her to her bed and spend hours tormenting her with his tongue and hands, she was mesmerized.
For two months they had been chatting, and every time he had brought her to such a delicious orgasm she couldn't even describe it. The thought that she would surrender her body to an older man's pleasure sent her spinning down into lust. That he would so totally use her body to sate' his desires made her shudder.
Cassie glanced at her cellphone and realized Mindy would be in class for another two hours, she had time. Quickly she powered up her laptop, locking the dorm room door. Slipping off her panties, she threw a small towel across her desk chair. She had learned to keep the towel handy after the first time she flooded her seat, making such a mess it taken fifteen minutes just to clean up.
As she settled in her chair, her glance caught the small blinking red icon in the upper right corner of her screen. Her heart rate jumped when she saw the message notice. Opening her email, her hand trembled when she saw the attachment notice. Watching the small box appear she sat and stared at the screen.
Cassie felt a wetness gush out of her as her eyes traveled over the length of the hard cock on the screen. She knew he was only about seven inches, and Mindy had always ranted about size. But the thoughts of what that thing would do to her, was enough to drive her young mind over the edge every time.
Her other hand drove between her thighs...grinding into her groin with her fist as the caption burned in her mind. 'I want to fuck you'. She couldn't suppress the groan as her lust grew; that she could inflame this older man's desires still amazed her. Cassie quickly attached the small webcam to her lap top; then, raising her skirt, aimed the lens between her soaked thighs and snapped a picture.
As she attached the small photo, she added the first words that came to her mind. 'Take me, make me yours.' She hit send as her fist ground harder between her now trembling thighs. Cassie barely opened her browser when the icon blinked again. Oh my God, she thought; he has to be still at work, it was only early afternoon yet.
She opened the messenger again, shaking as she read his reply. "Little girl, I already OWN that cunt" flashed across her screen.
"Yesssssssssssssss" Cassie hissed out, as she ground her knuckles against her throbbing clit. Her fingers of one hand hovered over the keys.
"God I want you to fuck me" Cassie typed. "But you're at work."
"So" he replied. "Have you slip under my desk and suck my hard cock while my clients come in and out."
Cassie shuddered violently at the thought...submitting to his carnal needs right there in his office. I so fucking would, she thought.
"When the last one leaves, bend you over and fuck that tight little teen cunt", burned across her screen.
"Oh goddddd" Cassie groaned. Her walls tightened at the thought of his mature cock pounding into her nineteen year old pussy. "I would be screaming" she typed with a trembling hand.
"Not with my hand around your throat." Captured, trapped and fucked by this strong older man on his desk with people around; like some common whore. The vision swam in front of the teens eyes as her body arched off the chair.
"Please, I need to cum." Cassie struggled to type back.
His next words ignored her reply completely. "Then I will fill your tight cunt with my seed. Send you out to walk through the office without your panties; me dripping down your thighs."
Oh my God; Casssie's numbed mind reeled. He had driven her from quiet student, to lust filled whore in less than ten minutes.
"Please" she desperately typed back.
"Who owns that cunt?" he demanded of her.
"You do" Cassie quickly replied.
"Who owns that cunt?" came across the chat box again.
Oh God, he wanted her to say it. Her body began to shake violently, as she typed the five letters in.
"Daddy" appeared before her eyes.
There was a second pause, and then his reply sent her body over the cliff edge. "Then cum for daddy baby" he commanded her.
"Unnggggghhhhhhhhh" Cassie moaned as her body convulsed. Her eyes rolling back, she felt her juices gush out over her fist. "Dadddyyyyyyyyyy" she softly keened.
As Cassie came down from her mountain, she slowly typed with trembling hands. Her fingers were still dripping her own juices onto the keyboard.
"God I wish next week wasn't break" she typed in.
"You'll still have your laptop. Just a change of scenery is all." His instant response came back.
Cassie knew he was right, she also knew the entire week would be spent in her parents' home. While she could communicate with her new lover, she wouldn't be able to let loose like this. The idea either of her parents could catch her, terrified her.
Cleaning up her dorm room to not leave any telltale signs for her roommate took less than she thought. She had hoped Mindy would be back to say good-bye. Writing a quick note, she left it taped to the door, their usual message spot. Then she headed for her car for the drive home.
For the next six hours, all Cassie thought of was her online lovers' offer. It rolled through her mind like a bright fire to a floating moth. He knew she lived in Florida, and apparently he didn't live far from her parents' house. Since she would be home for the week, he wanted to meet, to let her 'truly experience' in his words.
The temptation for Cassie was beyond belief. She just didn't know how she would get a whole day out of the house, but she had to try. Mile after mile she thought of ways, discarding them, and thought of new ones. By the time she pulled into the driveway of her home, she had decided she didn't need to really say anything at all; after all she was almost twenty years old. She should be able to come and go where she wanted.
Cassie waited through the weekend, knowing it would be easier to leave when both of her folks were at work during the week. Instead she spent time visiting friends and working on school. By Sunday afternoon, she had even finished the paper for her biology class due after break. She spent half an hour fussing, trying to get her laptop to link to the wireless printer. Finally, in frustration, she sent the paper to herself in email.
Cassie sat at her fathers' familiar desk and powered up his desktop, opening g-mail and finding the paper to print. The smell of her fathers' aftershave filled the leather chair, making her smile, memories of sitting on his lap while he worked filling her mind.
It wasn't those memories that shuddered through the young woman as she looked at the print progress bar on the screen; it was the tab in the lower right corner that caught her eye. She recognized the chat tab instantly, the same tab that was in the corner of her screen. Before she even had a second thought, she clicked on the small icon.
Stunned, she sat and read word for word her last chat with her online lover. Her first thought was that her father had some spyware on her laptop and was watching her. Then, the realization began to seep in.
"Oh My God" Cassie whispered out, her body shuddered.
The same man who had so expertly fucked her helpless body over the internet. The same man who made her call him Daddy with every explosion of her young body. He wasn't just playing her father; he WAS her father.
"Daddy" Cassie moaned as a tremor shook her; without even being touched a small orgasm rippled through her belly, swamping her shorts.
Shutting down her fathers' computer and grabbing her papers, she headed back to her room. Standing in front of the dresser, gazing at her reflection, a smile came over her face. He wanted her to visit him; oh she was going to visit him. It was time to make both their fantasies come true. Grabbing her keys she headed out of the house, she needed to do some shopping. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day.
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Monday morning Kyle Winthrop settled into his office chair. His wife had just left for her job, and he needed to get some paper work done for his insurance office. While he usually went to the office, he had decided he could do more at home and spend some quality time with Cassie while she was home.
Barely a half hour later, there was a soft knock at his office door. He looked up and froze. Cassie slowly crossed the room, with a small tray of coffee and toast. She bent at the waist, setting the tray on the corner of his desk.
Her young body glistened as if she had covered it in oil; her tanned skin toned and firm. The bikini she wore was barely enough cloth to hide her body from his staring eyes. Two small triangles covered just her nipples, as her full breasts swayed in his view. The third triangle creased in a perfect camel toe over her pouty lips, the size showing clear evidence the young girl was shaved.
